Things My Husband Says

He’s on the bed, working on the laptop. I’m on the bed, seriously contemplating taking a nap. We’re discussing the inevitable trip to the cell phone store that I’m going to have to make.

Him: You could probably order one online and pick it up in the store. Or do you want to hold it in your hand?
Me: You know me, I would rather hold it in my hand.
Him: Oh hey, speaking of holding it in your hand, will you run an errand for me?
Me: (with some trepidation) Sure. What’s the errand?
Him: Will you find my phone? (in our tiny apartment)
Me: sigh. Okay, sure. (I wander into the other room) Where did you leave it?
Him: It’s in my pocket.

And Scene.